Amnesiac

Stop being effervescent. Luminous glass-winged butterfly. If I touch you, you'll shatter like a moon-kissed pool.​I could mirror your brightness, but the truth would extinguish your fire sprite soul. You don't need to know about shadows rippling underwater, the blood caked at the corners of our exhausted wordless mouths. How you burned me from within. A purifying fever that scourged us both.

Please don't ask me about the wildflowers or the willows. The beeswax candles used in crescent rituals. Or orange blossom candy. Or cinnamon bread.

Just be still as a sunbeam in a sickroom. Like opalite. A splint on a stork's wing. An offering of white rose petals on an altar. Like unending stars watching over the tides.